The shit is really hitting the fan in Philadelphia, and many are out for blood. Yesterday, a Philadelphia police officer was shot in the head when he walked into a store where a robbery was in progress. Today, he died.
As of October I have been living in the “country” for nine years. There are many times when I miss the big city life. I miss the hustle and bustle. I miss the convenience. But with all of the crime going on in Philadelphia, especially the numerous shootings and killings, I’m glad I’m where I’m at, especially for the sake of Alyssa and Ryan. I may have to drive five miles to get to a convenience store, or ten miles to go to Target, or sixteen to get to the closest hospital (that was so much fun when I was in labor with Alyssa!), but at least I’ll live to tell others about what I bought or what was wrong with me.
Besides, when I think of the big city life and how much I miss it, memories of Pittsburgh come to mind, rather than memories of Philadelphia.